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The Farmer Takes Five

Five minutes to write.So many ideas.So much swirling, whirling, growing.A crossing. A river rushing.A muse sitting on the windowsillwith her ankles crossed.This is what happens when you hang in there –the way the farmer hangs in thereafter planting rows and rows and rowsof seeds.She watches over, she tends and weeds.Mostly, she waits. Hangs in there.Watches the rain.Hopes for rain.Hopes for sun.Hopes the conditions will yield a good crop.And then the bounty comesand she shares it with the world.Children come to playnear her fields,bushels and barrels burst with color.And these are tomatoes as God intended them.And this is faith in action,hanging in there,hoping, waiting, working.Patience.Patience.Patience.And celebration for everything that grows.